Zayn's P.O.V.
I woke up, to my phone, ringing. "Hello?" I spoke. "Help-" i pressed my phone into my ear even more. "Me," it was Rose. She sounded hurt. The line went dead.
"Harry, call everyone over." I urged him to, even if it was four in the mourning. As soon, as the last person arrived which was Harry, i was already panicking. "Someone called me, it sounded like, Rose and it was her. She was asking for help." I spoke quickly, my heart racing. "Woah, calm down there buddy."
